f. toto, we're not in kansas anymore

*Required:

Bacho, Peter. Dark Blue Suit and Other Stories.

Barroga, Jeannie. Walls

Bulosan, Carlos.  America is in the Heart.

Cha, Theresa.  Dictee.

Chin, Marilyn. Rhapsody in Plain Yellow.

Chin, Frank.  The Year of the Dragon.

Chin, Frank et al. Introduction to Aiiieeeee! An Anthology of Asian-American Writers.

Chu, Louis.  Eat A Bowl of Tea.

Eaton, Edith (Sui Sin Far).  Mrs. Spring Fragrance.

Hagedorn, Jessica.  Dogeaters.

Hongo, Garrett. Yellow Light

Hwang, David Henry.  M. Butterfly.

Kang, Younghill.  East Goes West.

Kingston, Maxine Hong.  The Woman Warrior, China Men.

Kim, Ronyoung.  Clay Walls

Kogawa, Joy.  Obasan.

Lahiri, Jhumpa.  The Namesake.

Law-Yone, Wendy.  The Coffin Tree.

Lee, Chang-Rae.  Native Speaker.

Lee, Li-Young.  Rose.

Leong, Russell. Phoenix Eyes and Other Stories.

Linmark, R. Zamora.  Rolling the Rs.

Louie, David Wong.  The Barbarians are Coming.

Mukherjee, Bharati.  Jasmine.

Ng, Fae Myenne.  Bone.

Okada, John.  No-No Boy.

Pak, Gary. The Watcher of Waipuna and Other Stories.

Santos, Bienvenido.  Scent of Apples.

Truong, Monique.  The Book of Salt.

Wong, Jade Snow.  Fifth Chinese Daughter.

Yamamoto, Hisaye.  Seventeen Syllables and Other Stories.

Yamanaka, Lois-Ann.  Blu’s Hanging, Saturday Night at the Pahala Theatre.

Yamashita, Karen Tei.  Tropic of Orange.

for her birthday

A feast being spread in spring-time,
With a cup of green wine and a 
Joyous song, I repeat my salutation and
Offer my three wishes:
First, may you have a long life; second,
May I have good health; third, may we live
As the swallows on the beam,
Happily together all the year round

Ch'u Ta Kao

chinese love lyrics

summer reading

the distant future, the distant future

come on sucker, lick my battery!

Boogie, boogie, (The humans are...)Boogie, Robo boogie.(The humans are...)Boogie, boogie, (Robo boogie)Boogie, Robo boogie.Boogie, boogie,(The humans are...)Boogie, Robo BoogieBoogie, boogie,(The humans are...)Boogie, Robo BoogieThe humans are dead.

the well

At times you sink, you fall 
into your hole of silence, 
into your abyss of proud anger, 
and you can scarcely 
return, still bearing remnants 
of what you found 
in the depths of your existence. 

My love, what do you find 
in your closed well? 
Seaweed, swamps, rocks? 
What do you see with blind eyes, 
bitter and wounded? 

Darling, you will not find 
in the well into which you fall 
what I keep for you on the heights: 
a bouquet of dewy jasmines, 
a kiss deeper than your abyss. 

Do not fear me, do not fall 
into your rancor again. 
Shake off my word that came to wound you 
and let it fly through the open window. 
It will return to wound me
without your guiding it 
since it was laden with a harsh instant 
and that instant will be disarmed in my breast. 
  
Smile at me radiant
if my mouth wounds you.
I am not a gentle shepherd
like the ones in fairy tales, 
but a good woodsman who shares with you
earth, wind, and mountain thorns. 

Love me, you, smile at me, 
help me to be good. 
Do not wound yourself in me, for it will be useless, 
do not wound me because you wound yourself.

P. Neruda

cladorhizids

it could pass for an angiosperm! Chondrocladia is a genus of carnivorous demosponge. 

Their "skeletons" are made of spicules consisting of fibers of the protein spongin, the mineral silica, or both.

It seems that i have the infinite capacity to be unhappy. How can i be so stupid as to waste my life away being unhappy like this! What am i going to do? When will i realize that i have a great life of my own? Well, there's still time before it's too late...


J. Kerouac